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Chapter 74: blood for blood
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... eats dignity and teaches hunger in more ways than one way."
It all started with beauty, my skin too pale, eyes too sharp to belong to the filth I was born into. A gift from the heavens, they said. But I know better. It was a curse.
I was born to a drunk who beat my mother black and blue and she in turn beat me. Maybe it made her feel strong. Maybe it was all she knew. We were poor. Not poor like hungry no we were poor like starving. The kind of poor that makes you sell anything. ...
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